Spooks by alliecat8 (PG-13)

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Fandom: Lost
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: alliecat8
Author Website: none
Why this must be read: It's pretty rare, in my experience, to find fanfic that can compete with literary fiction, and this story does. Set in Sawyer's southern past, there's a style and tone and sense of place in this story that remind me of the writing of Eudora Welty or Flannery O'Connor. It's that same writing style that makes this simple story so effectively spooky. Adding to the shivers the reader gets at the end is how prescient this story was in terms of things that happened on the show.


But he wasn’t a coward, so he followed without saying a word. The screen door slammed behind them, bounced and slammed again, and something that might have been a raccoon scurried across the yard. The grass was cold and wet with dew under his bare feet as he ran to keep up with his papaw’s long strides. Moss and mud squished between his toes as they got closer to the river’s edge. The moon was so high that it almost looked like daytime, except that the water of the Little Pigeon River was blacker than the sky as it slid and gleamed over massive dark rocks. He stubbed his toe on one of the pebbles that littered the shore, but he didn’t cry out, didn’t remind his papaw that his mamaw didn’t let him come down here without shoes. James was tough, and he’d prove it.

Spooks